I know she pities me.

She finally asked for my story,

Why I ended up here,

How I ended up here.

I wanted to wipe the tears from her eyes.

But she backed away from me.

Almost as though she feared my touch.

But I know she feels something for me.

It's almost impossible to deny it.

I hear her intake of breath when I touch her hand at night.

I hear the whimper she makes when I leave her side.

I see her sideways glances when she is doing something.

I can feel something coming from her.

It is threatening to engulf us.

Oh how I wish she never had to experience this.

She would grow older and leave,

But I would stay,

Never aging and never being seen.

And I know we can never be together.

Against nature.

She must be able to love a living man,

Not a man so cold to the touch,

A man no one else can see.

I will not subject her to that.

She will soon see it is for the best.